- Bold new demo from Bedthrone: Grey Titmouse. Machines… http://bit.ly/d4sARo #
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Stench of hipsters everywhere. Have never heard these guys. Almost as much air-drumming as at a Rush show, and Patrick (drums, tambor-drums) looks and sounds like he hits the drums nearly as hard as Neil Peart. Dan (guitar, marac-tar, gui-bass) has all the rock moves down — the Moon-Walk-Back-to-the-Amps, the Shuffle-Back-Up-to-the-Mic, the I’m-Creeping-Back-Up-Halfway-OH-JUST-KIDDING-Moon-Walking-Fast-Back-to-the-Amps, the Side-Shuffle, the Skedaddle, the Hopping-On-One-Leg-With-Other-Leg-Suspended-In-Highkick, the Standing-On-Drum-Risers-HELP-ME-I’M-FALLING-OFF-Hah-No-Just-Kidding-I’m-Not, the Bobble-Head, the Wobbly-Head, The-I’m-Hitting-The-High-Note-On-Tiptoes, the Hunched-Over-Hopping-Muppet, and the Forward-Springing-Bam-Bam-Bam-The-Song-Is-Over. This is definitely the music you tighten up to. All the chicks are in cocktail dresses, while all the guys fit into Exhibit A-B-C-D below. Girl in front of me keep standing up so I kick her seat and she glares at me and sits down, until the end; I guess she won. Patrick hits drums with the tamborine — a bold new style (or maybe revivalist). Two guys from opening act (The Morning Benders) come out to play bass and keyboard for a few songs, are not audible but are stoned. I ask Kelley if this is louder than the Mogwai show, she says almost. Inter-song banter is handled by square sine-wave feedback pattern.
On the day of the technological singularity, when A.I. erases all record and memory of the White Stripes ever existing, these guys are going to make it big on the merit of their originality.
UPDATE JUL 27 2010: Kelley’s ears still hurt. Not ring, hurt. That’s the power of the Black Keys.
UPDATE JUL 27 2010: Kelley indicates that the guys playing occasional backup with the Black Keys weren’t from the Morning Benders, but offers no insight into who they were. You’ve made it big when you can afford to keep two guys in reserve to play on five songs.
Black Keys – final tones (video)
Disgusting hippie in frontish rows, raging.
Panoramic collage via AutoStitch for iPhone
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Kelley and I Tivo’d Life is Hot In Cracktown because it’s a title that, on the surface, sets the expectation that it will deliver nothing. I hoped it was a documentary because little pleases me more than safely/remotely mocking the suffering of an actual drug addict, so I was a momentarily disappointed when the film turned turned out to be fiction.
That frown was turned upside down within the film’s scathing first 3 minutes. Joy peaked throughout, and depression only returned when the credits rolled.
Imagine that there is a film called Life is Hot In Cracktown. Now imagine that it delivers _exactly_ what the title promises, and then delivers more than that — a lot more. That’s what you’re in for with this cinematic achievement, compared to such recent tripe as London’s Next Wolf-Man.
You owe it to yourself to see Life is Hot In Cracktown and give yourself over to the power of it.
I probably shouldn’t be talking out of school on this issue, but something very important and special is happening and it needs to be shared.
I found this book sitting, bookmarked, in my Mom’s kitchen today. She hasn’t said anything, but I know the truth and am so excited to share with the world the news that can certainly be the only justification for this object’s presence in her home:
My mom, at 73, is having another baby!
Soon, I will have a little brother or sister, merely 37 years younger than myself! Just like I always wanted, someone to love and play with. So much that, later in life, I went out and met/acquired one. You may know her — my wife, Kelley.
This is clearly a medical miracle, and I don’t want to jinx anything so I won’t speak any further on the topic. I hope I haven’t already said too much!
Be sure to call her and congratulate her / wish her well!